Ras Kass Marinatin' lyrics

We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches
(But it's B.Y.O.B)
Bring your own bud, brew and bitches
Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for real
(You got to chill)

I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers
At ten from a knock at the door
But why they at my door for?
Oh, my peep's they got a half gallon, smilin'

My talons totaled ten, one empty round from putting it down
But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Remy Martin
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson
Want to throw a private party today

Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link
Dressed to kill like Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best
I keeps myself on house arrest

'Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up
At 429 Bauchet locked away
Plus can't keep the boody calls waiting
I'm marinatin'

We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches
(But it's B.Y.O.B)
Bring your own bud, brew and bitches
Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for real
(You got to chill)

Dialed up some mice head to see what's crackin' tonight
She said she just broke up with her man
And since she free like Mandela
She bringina box of Philly pantellas

Acapells, I game like Lou Panella
Made sure to tell her, don't bring no fellas
Cherral, girl you can braid the tweed
And then you can show me how to do the pepper seed

Agreed 'cause we get down like this on a regular
Loungin', watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes
Your choice of imported smokes

Craps and Celo on the patio for more chips than Bingo
Chips like the MGM casino
Just make sure your home girl is single, So it's popping
'Cause ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels that's cock blocking


And knocking while I'm knocking talking about she ret' to go
I want some of your brown sugar while I bump D'Angelo
(Fo'sho)
No special holiday but sometimes just alive is a reason for
Celebratin, so we mariniatin'

We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches
(But it's B.Y.O.B)
Bring your own bud, brew and bitches
Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for real
(You got to chill)

We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches
(But it's B.Y.O.B)
Bring your own bud, brew and bitches
Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for real
(You got to chill)

I get around like Dolby Pro Logic
But running them streets too much get fools hated
Incarcerated, or terminated
At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9 lubricated

Playing questions, everybody's faded and now
We got the ladies undressing like 1st King strippers
Bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA Clippers

The phone rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just chillin' like bruh man on Martin do
See only when I'm tipsy, when my words start slurring
Do I get caught telling lies like Mark Furhaman

So I'll call you later drink was low, went to the stash
And pulled out the XO, the T.U.'s is down for whatever
Let's run more trains than the metro rail but ya'll got to be out by two
I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming through

So let the front door hit you where Ru Paul probably might
And everybody asking what's up for tomorrow night

We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches
(But it's B.Y.O.B)
Bring your own bud, brew and bitches
Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for real
(You got to chill)